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“It’s magical.” “It is the masterpiece of this store’s owner,” the clerk explains. “She has designed many exquisite dresses, but rumor has it that this dress is the best she could ever come up with it. The dress is perfect and it requires a lady whose beauty is perfect to properly wear it. Many have tried, but none could ever properly wear it. It’s called the Treasure of the Store, the most valuable dress of this store’s designer, and she hangs it here, patiently waiting for a woman with a perfect beauty to wear it.”

She decided to let it all out today —her hidden beauty that she rarely showcased. Deliberately, she began to comb, the teeth of the comb whispering through the strands. Each stroke smoothed and tamed, bringing order to the wildness. She worked slowly, almost meditatively, a quiet hum escaping her lips. As she neared completion, she paused, tilting her head. A perfectionist by nature, she recognized the beauty in imperfection. She gathered her long hair with her hands, holding them up perfectly with a hair tie, letting it crush against her back softly. With nimble fingers, she loosened a few strands around her face.

So, she still hasn't come out?" Juliette asked between laughs. "Of course not!" Beckham answered, battling against her own laughter, and failing miserably by the way. "She's locked herself in her room, saying something about how her life is ruined." By the time Beckham was done, we were nearly doubled over in laughter. I could only imagine how Anna must have looked. Nah, kidding. Beckham, being the sweet sister she was, took a lot of pictures to show us. So, Anna got this skincare product which was recommended to her by god knows who, in lieu of her upcoming pageant. It was supposed to have some wonder effect which would make her 'flawless skin look brand new.' Her words, not mine. Although,

Inevitable. Beautiful. Terrifying. Perfect.

Perfect in all its imperfect, struggling, beautiful glory. Theirs. Completely, utterly, wonderfully theirs. Forever.

-Grace- My lips curled into a smile as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. This wasn’t just beauty, it was perfection. I had put in a lot of money, time, and effort to look this good for my date with Dominic Kingston tonight. From my 24-karat gold facial to the oxygen therapy, the lymphatic sculpting, the glass-skin hydration drip, and the custom ceramic blowout that took three hours. Anyone with functioning eyes should be able to acknowledge that.

It seemed like they were out of place in the bland coffee shop, they almost jumped out at you with their beauty. The woman’s skin was so soft and flawless as it stretched across her elegant face. Her big brown eyes were perfectly proportionate to her small nose and full lips. Her small body was as evenly sculpted as her face. The muscles showed even when she wasn’t flexing them and her skin tight shirt showcased her flat stomach as her dark blue jeans complimented her tight rear end.

I could tell all these without seeing her face. 'Anyone ever told you not to stare at strangers?' She turned towards me suddenly and I was too stunned to even look away. She'd skin, the color of caramel, brown eyes so deep, her noise a tad bit pointed and her pink lips in perfect arc. She looked too beautiful to be natural. How someone could look this effortlessly good with cornrows on their head was beyond me. And she looked strangely familiar too and judging from her picture on the magazine, I concluded that she must be a model I've seen on I*******m.

She let out a scream of ecstasy as I moved to her other br**st and repeated the motion. The beast was in no mood for drawn out foreplay today, he wanted his sweet release, and fast. I stood from the bed and removed my pants and shirt, before kneeling between Harriet’s legs. She moaned when I rubbed the head of my pe**s against her ready and waiting folds. I pushed in hard, entering her all the way. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched at the sensation it gave her. I began pumping, hard and fast, as my beast roared in satisfaction.